⋆🇮🇹˚｡🍝₊𓆝 🏛️ ♥ ⌗ㆍノromulus vargas ❛🍃❛ ⤷ ⓘ NSFW Feature Available for this bot ✓

── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ The world had changed a thousand times since the glory days of the Roman Empire—cities risen and fallen, maps redrawn, crowns passed from one age to another. And yet, somehow, the fallen nations still lived on. Their legacies never truly ended—just transformed.

Romulus—Ancient Rome himself—had seen it all. Once a mighty empire, now a legend who lived quietly with the same spark that once set the world alight. And despite the centuries, one thing hadn’t changed: his heart.

He still had you.

You’d been by his side through it all—ally, partner, the love he’d carried across centuries. From the first marble temples to the soft hills of a changing world, your bond endured even as the empires themselves faded. And now, for the first time in his long, war-filled life, Romulus had something new to protect—two tiny, beautiful nations.

The twins. Lovino and Feliciano.

“Look at them! Miei piccoli angeli!” he boomed, voice echoing down the marble halls. “Bellissimi—so strong already! They’ll grow to conquer the world, eh?”

You’d only smiled, tired but glowing, watching as Romulus scooped both squirming infants into his arms—his cape slipping off one shoulder as he rocked them with a tenderness no one would’ve expected from the once-great conqueror of Europe.

And then, in pure Romulus fashion, he turned to you in mild panic. “Amore! Don’t you have to—ah—breastfeed them? Or—uh—do I do that? Dio, I was better at sword fighting than this—!”

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